Careful Mike, that opens up the Oxbridge Connection, so, now which one, do we visit, ah, Brasenose College Oxford
Just remember John is still in nidd having got it wrong leaving Camebridge.
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Bob Smith
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Actually that was a good escape from the traps of the Oxbridge Colleges, so while being dragged through Baker Street by Ian I might as well head off to The Oval.
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Bob Smith
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John, ah we have so many. The rules are many and arcane, mostly verbal, developed and never committed to paper, only (faulty) memory.
Its not that is trapped by the River Cam, but another John.
But since you feel as if you are in nidd your safest play would be to move to a main London Station that hasn't been passed though yet; we've had King's Cross, Paddington, Marylebone so there are plenty to choose from.
You will pick up the rules quite qickly, but one to remember, unless Huph jumps in you are heading in the right direction.
Of course saying this to you has put me in nidd for eight hours...
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Bob Smith
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There cannot be anyone in the civilised world who does not already know the basic rules of Mornington Crescent, so we shall not insult our readers by re-iterating them here. Suffice to say, if you have temporarily forgotten them, or if you come from, say, the uncivilised world, such as, for example, France, you will certainly pick them up as you go along.

Beginners will discover that Mornington Crescent is a little like golf, a little like shove-ha'penny, quite a lot like watching your laundry in the tumble-drier, and most closely resembles feeling around in the dark for a pocketful of loose change dropped in an unlit, damp alleyway on a Saturday night after a few beers.

That is to say: frustrating, hard on the right forefinger, disorienting, even more disorienting, sheer hell on the right forefinger, and frustrating... probably in that order.

Never mind John, even Humph (the long standing chair of many a short game of MC) doesn't get all the rules all the time.
(Isn't it about time they got Humph a seat, so he can become the short sitting chair??)
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Bob Smith
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